Two Saturdays ago, my world turned upside down. I’m Juliet, and here’s a chilling story about a stranger who knocked on my door and left me haunted.

It all began when Jonathan and I bought our house three years ago, thrilled by our good fortune. But on a quiet Saturday, while Jonathan was fishing, a man named Walter showed up, claiming he used to live here. “I need to grab something I left here years ago,” he said, showing me photos of himself in our house.

Against my better judgment, I let him in for five minutes. Walter climbed onto a chair and pulled a block of cash from the air vent. “It’s not what you think,” he said, revealing it was hidden from a messy divorce.

I called 911, but Walter pleaded with me not to. He left quickly, and when Jonathan came home, we discovered Walter wasn’t listed as a previous owner. “We need to find out who he really is,” Jonathan said.

Now, as we await answers, I can’t shake the eerie feeling that we’re not alone in uncovering the house’s dark secrets.